“I tilted over until it becomes horizon is a group exhibition that begins with mumbling if we start at the end. Time and tense already mixed up in the grammar of this title—tilted signaling the past and becomes nodding to the future—I read this collection of works from the present and starting from the back. The concept of the title is a slow leaning I that dips in one direction until it buoys up and tilts to the next, the singular I never standing up straight for long and always in relation to a sprawling and collective horizon. This horizon, a compass of queer elders, kin across human and non-human life, and histories that remain within us, is off in the future—not yet a resting place. The I, not fallen but rather angled, brings in the drift.”